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My Dearest Subjects, here and abroad.

I never wanted to be revered. That was never my goal.

I never wanted to be seen as a ruler nor a conqueror of lands. I have only ever wanted ponies, creatures of all Equestria, to live without fear and to find their purposes in these lands and across our seas.

~From The Last Great Speech of Princess Celestia

Entry 002 - A Stable Relationship [WARNING - CORRUPTED

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“Sing, mmm… your songs, ohhh… little bird,

T-then the~AH~ s-ssssssssss-sun will r….riiise...

spread your w-wings, little birrrd~ ooohhh ohh…”

Melodies from a long-gone era jingled over the wireless. The voice singing to them quavered and rippled with the sweet whimpers of coitus.

Luna’s specter was still travelling across the night sky, crawling over snowy canyons where the pegasi used to dance. It must have only been an hour since I had dozed off and yet I did not need to open my eyes to know what my friends had gotten up to without my stimulating company.

I broke my eyelids open a crack and waited for the sleep to wash from my vision.

Two silhouettes tussled in the dark not far from where I roosted. A pair of shadows stuck in a moment, struggling half-heartedly to part.

The skull had been placed on the floor and turned modestly away from the mating pair, despite the circumstantial evidence that she was a far stronger voyeur of this art. She had more right to be watching than I did, and yet I didn’t turn away.

Neither feared what I’d see. In truth I believe they knew they’d wake me and it did not stop them. This wasn’t the first time they’d made love in my company and I had been expecting it tonight as well. I’d been looking forward to it.

The musky smokeless incense that two passionate, colliding bodies created already clung to the room. The scents of the moist pair drifted across my beak and invaded my nose the same way my friend commandeered the idol of my infatuation. The group of odors collected together to paint the picture stronger in my head. Fresh, salty perspiration on muscles, horse hair and dusty sheets. His marching soldier greased with masculinity, pushing out the peppery, ribald secretions of her accepting den. Underneath it all I could smell the crumbling wall of my own switched-on pleasure.

“Oh, young pink bird,

To continue to laugh must be so tough,

Do not hide your giggles in a house of cards,

Confess that you really needed my love.”

The gentle lady on the radio did not let her song falter, her voice crisp and true against the noises of moist pats and paired vocal exertions.

“Ngg, W-Woody...~”

Nicker. Pant, pant, siiiigh~

“S-S... Sw~“ she did not need to finish the sentence. Their minds were one, as much as their bodies and their hearts were. The beast on top slowed and my heart sucked the blood out of me when I believed that they had noticed and stopped for me.

Should I say something? Sorry? Continue? Let me join in? These thoughts raced back and forth in my mind until I opened my beak...

Shlorp~

“Ngg~ahhm...” the rigid pipe that had been fueling Gypsy’s pleasure was slid slickly back until the cap popped juicely out of her, wobbling in the partial light.

In military precision, the taller of the couple hopped back. His carrier spun on her hooves, leaping instantly.

Elm’s back hit the thin mattress inches from me with the sparkling mare pinning his form down. Her lips were so near to my beak and yet so far with their present engagement to the stallion’s below her.

Close enough to hear the sweeping tongues, the subtlest groans and the flutter of tails. Locked up by the pressures of politeness and shame. This was so often my burden to bear.

The champion continued to take her next turn with the prey she’d successfully won, sipping the latest kiss from his thick lips and sitting herself up.

“Ohhhh, my blue bird,” here I could now see her, her chest rising, her leg moving to reposition his piston.

“Be l-loyal to yourself from the start,” I recall marveling at how she continued to sing during the excited energy before her next bout of love-making.

“Ch-changing your~AH!Self-is-now-AHHMM-too long a paa-ath ,” shaking notes warbled out of her orifice as she sank down into his lap. “Y-Your strength, mmmm-OH-and resilience is your-Ahhhh~“

Bump.

Her backside came to rest, and her head lifted to the shimmering white moon’s aura. Her mouth parted, a silver string clinging between teeth and lip when she gulped her next breath. I noticed strings of shining glue drizzled over her snout and cheeks, signs of the fun had before my eyes had opened.

I watched her stomach ripple with the strength of her muscles and the firm, deep pole pushed within. She rose, she fell. He clasped her hips with wet hooves, his eyes shone as he watched her the way I would watch her; in awe.

Pap, pap, pap~ slap, slurp, slorp, gulp...

A whiffle from her, a snort from him, a union of moans~

“Sing your song, little birds,

And that sun will rise~ OH, Woooooodyyyyy~” her body was truly in fluid motion now, dancing atop the scarred body of the creature that kept her sane. Devoting her soul and being to make his pleasure her priority. I could only imagine how it felt to have the tools to fill her like that, to pulse deeply within her and feel the beat of my heart get as close as it ever would to the thumping drum beneath her chest.

Bump, bump, bump, bump... THUMP~

“Stretch your~AH-ahhhhh! Littlebird!” She was thrown out of the tune by Elmwood’s force meeting her fall. She buckled, bent, and slapped her hoof against his chest to steady herself.

On his back, the stick-shaped horse still had the power of his spine behind him. He was able to take lead in the romantic duel for the shortest moment, wrestling her feminine pride as she waited for her moment and waited for her lungs to catch up with her. Like the balefire, expected but without warning, she struck.

WHAP!

“Nnng~NYAH!”

“OHHH, Sinnnng~! Mmmmm!”

Her flank hit him and swallowed his manhood to the hilt. She ground sharply within his lap without mercy, pushing and tempting his swarm evermore. Their cries, the neighs, each hasty collision was telling me that they were near to the moment the angry splendid soldiers would storm her welcoming barricades.

It was taking every inch of resilience I had within me not to moan as well. The display was appreciated by their embarrassed and hiding audience, and I had managed to move my dull-clawed toes to the drooling line between my hind legs. In the shame of watching this moment of private reverence between my friends and delighting at their potent lustful antics, I quietly looked after myself.

Clapslapblop~

“Ahhhhhh~! ‘Nd fllllly, into the skiiiiiies!” slapclapclapclap~

“OOOmf, Gyps~!” Elm surprised me. He rarely if ever spoke on the job, just the odd groan, the usual moan and the thankful sigh. This seemed to awaken Gypsy from her dream as well. Although not stopping, she looked straight down and held her gaze with his eyes.

“Inside!” She cried clandestinely, her fur and mane now shaking vigorously with her fierce riding. Her form was tightening as she grew ready to except the promise her stud was preparing. Still, she raised her voice.

“Wheeeeether I-I’m w-with you... ooohwhether-I’m-not~“ his eyes shut, his breath caught, his forelegs snatched greedily at her waist and he pulled her hard down to him, sealing the deal.

“I will love you, no matter what.” I could swear that her eyes darted to mine at the point that her song and their sex came to a head. Was that last line directed to me?

"Nggg-AHH!"

The explosions burst inside my gut, swirling deep waves of joy throughout from my stomach and stimulating every hair and feather across my spasming shell. I’m not certain whether I squawked, I believe Elm brayed far louder and drowned out anything I uttered. Somewhere outside of my psyche, I was aware of the pair gathering each other in comfort as his cloudy tsunami filled the womb of my dripping, curving darling.

The crackling shocks rattled my bones and zipped within my wings. My sex spat, and its pink balloon bumped and throbbed in the hood. My tight cavern squeezed and milked nothing, only kept going by the invention of hope that a grimy griffon like me could ever take the place that Elm was already cemented in.

My tail fanned under the flimsy sheet covering me, shaking the salty tears from my plumage. My brain mistook the spinning, freewheeling peak of my buzz for my end and attempted to reverse the effects with heavy gulps of air. The blood bubbled in my head as I let my eyes slip open.

The smug, exhausted expressions of the coupled lovers was enough to make me want the ground to crack open and drop me straight into Tartarus’ fiery anus.

“Mornin’? Enjoy the show, Squawk?”

“ARGGHH!” I howled, pulled the prickly blanket over my head.

The two giggled, and I felt a dainty hoof nudge at me.

"Come on. We know you enjoyed it..." sang the mare's voice through the scratchy fabric. I grunted to them that they could both promptly buck themselves into a coma for all I cared and kept my cloak of invisibility over me, waiting until the pair’s pillow talk reduced to snoring.

They did talk. For a long time, they talked about nothing. They talked about songs and ponies and even about me. I say they, because Gypsy did most of the talking and Elm just grunted in the affirmative.

Once her voice dropped to sleepy mumbles and finally silence, I slipped my protective cape off and looked at them. I could tell Breeze was asleep, yet I had the slight inclination to believe Wood had just closed his eyes and assumed the position. I do not think he ever truly slept.

All the same, I got up from my mat, shook out my feathers as quietly as I could muster, before I tiptoed away to freshen up and find the remainder of my slumber in a secluded spot.

I'd be glad I got even one wink of sleep, knowing what the next day would hold for me. For us.

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Footnote: Quest Completed - Deadwood
Quest Perk added - Clover the Cold - Intimidating speech checks are 20% more effective.

Level up!
New Perk: Peeping Turkey - +1 to Success

Quest begun - Snip Snips

Author's Note

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Song for this chapter; Little Bird, Little Bird by Elizabeth Mitchell

This is the first true chapter of a 3 or 4 part story, maybe 5... I know where it’s going but how it got here has already changed dramatically.

EDIT: So I cleaned up that ending. "I CAME, THE END" never sat right with me.
Hope this makes up for that earlier cheap ending.

Edit 2: HAAAA!!!! How optimistic was I? 4 or 5 chapters?! Opps!!!

Hope you enjoy everything to come and that you can look past my writing.

My characters and I are happy to answer any questions, no spoilers.

All good things,
Dusk